Rain on the Ridge: A Symbol of Renewal and Hope

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

On the ridge where the dry winds sigh,

Clouds gather thick in the cobalt sky,

The earth holds its breath, in silence waits,

For the rains sweet kiss at natures gates.

With a rumble, the storm clouds roll,

Unleashing the tears that heal the soul,

Beneath the downpour, the grasses rise,

Painting the land neath soft, silver skies.

The cowboys stand tall, hats tipped with pride,

As rivulets dance, and parched hearts abide,

They whisper of dreams, rebirth from the pain,

With each drop that falls, brings life once again.

As rainbow arches ‘bove the rugged land,

A symbol of hope, as only it can,

Through trials endured and the dust of their fate,

The rain on the ridge teaches patience, innate.